I got the feeling upon reading this book that it is a book
that Dan Simmons will look back upon one day and regret. It's
almost as if he took an extended vacation in Hawaii and then made
a point to incoporate a lot of the local mythology into a horror
story so he could call the whole thing a tax write-off. The
premise of this story is that some native Hawaiians got so mad
at a millionaire developer that they summon up their local gods,
who subsequently run amok. Meanwhile, in an attempt to parallel
a little-known adventure had by Mark Twain, a woman named Eleanor
tries her best to stop the madness. To say the characters are
cardboard-thin would be a complement. Many plot threads are just
dropped altogether near the end, which is a hopeless mess.
With all of this firmly in mind, I still enjoyed it. This book
is your basic horror-story pulp fiction, and Dan Simmons, even
when he's slumming, is entertaining. Don't go in expecting too much,
and you'll be pleasantly surprised. The idea that the same genius
who wrote Hyperion...well...it just seems like a waste of talent.